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There I was alone sitting on the edge of the world. My feet hanging off Wondering if I should just give myself a hurl. Inching my way closer, I felt the grasp of a girl. How did you find me on the edge of the world? She too came to leap from reality. Misery was worn so elegantly From that day she started to love me delicately. Together, we sit on the edge of the world. Holding hands, so we never go alone.
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
The Edge of the World
There I was alone sitting on the edge of the world. My feet hanging off Wondering if I should just give myself a hurl. Inching my way closer, I felt the grasp of a girl. How did you find me on the edge of the world? She too came to leap from reality. Misery was worn so elegantly From that day she started to love me delicately. Together, we sit on the edge of the world. Holding hands, so we never go alone.
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
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